Zhuang Feiyun's voice exuded an overwhelming sense of authority. Even his steps seemed to shake one's heart. As his voice fell, a chubby man in his forties, with a face full of flesh, led two people to the interrogation room door.
That person had a glossy face, clearly a man used to wielding power and privilege.
Upon Zhuang Feiyun's arrival, Zhuang Yuelong's face became even more excited; his father's rank was several levels higher than Gu Qiancheng's. With his presence, how could Gu Qiancheng not bow down and surrender?
"Dad, you're finally here. One more step late, and the Zhuang family would have no descendants!" Zhuang Feiyun was even more animated, shouting, "Gu Qiancheng, release me, do you want to die?"
